Chapter 152: The Demon Lord Princess's Daily Slacking Chapter 151: Writing an Essay

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Only saw him slowly open his lips, speaking in a steady and loud voice: "Classmates, the task we need to complete this morning is to write an essay."

He paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, then added: "However, this essay has no specific word count limit, nor any clear rule on the topic."

Hearing this, some students couldn't help but show delight, but more cast curious and expectant glances.

"The only requirement concerns the content: it must revolve around the knowledge you have learned at the Shangshufang over these years, or offer your personal views and opinions on the Shangshufang, and so on.

In short, anything related to the Shangshufang can be included." Ai Chun continued to explain the relevant requirements unhurriedly.

After speaking, he slightly raised his volume to emphasize: "I hope the students can take this matter seriously! After all, the essays you write will be presented before His Majesty!"

Finishing his words, Ai Chun turned and walked toward the podium, reached out to pick up the thick stack of paper placed on it, and then distributed them one by one in an orderly fashion to every student present.

It turned out that every year, graduates of the Shangshufang must complete such an essay, because His Majesty attaches great importance to the Shangshufang, hoping through this to understand how much everyone has learned at this academy, and also wanting to know everyone's true feelings about the Shangshufang through these writings.

After everyone had steadily received the paper in their hands, they first pondered briefly, then immediately picked up their pens one after another, beginning to write vigorously on the snow-white paper.

Even Qianqian, who was usually quick-witted, was no exception at this moment; she slightly furrowed her eyebrows, seeming to carefully conceive the writing framework in her mind, and only after a moment did she put pen to paper like flying. Ai Chun stood quietly on the podium, his gaze sweeping over the students below who were burying their heads in writing.

Only to see everyone was focused and writing vigorously, the "shasha" sound of pen tips rubbing against paper filled the entire classroom.

Unable to contain the curiosity in his heart, Ai Chun slowly walked down from the podium, pacing back and forth in the aisle between the desks. As he walked, he paid attention to what the students were writing.

What made him slightly relieved was that although everyone's writing styles varied, the general direction did not differ too much, all appearing quite normal. Thus, Ai Chun's hanging heart finally relaxed a little.

During this period, several nimble students completed the writing task first. They neatly stacked the papers filled with words together, then respectfully handed them to Ai Chun.

After Ai Chun received these papers, he carefully browsed through them, and after confirming there were no errors, he smiled and gestured for these students to go play and relax outside first. Because according to the arrangement, the morning task was writing essays, and after lunch at noon, there would be other tasks waiting for them in the afternoon.

With the passage of time, more and more students completed their works one after another, and handed them to Ai Chun just like those students before.

Afterwards, they either walked out of the classroom in small groups, or ran excitedly alone toward the playground. Not long after, the originally extremely lively classroom gradually became empty, leaving only a few empty desks and chairs and a floor full of waste paper scraps.

After all the students had left the classroom, Ai Chun began to tidy up the desk in an orderly manner. He placed the homework submitted by the students one by one neatly, and gathered the stationery scattered everywhere into one place. After doing all this, Ai Chun lightly patted his hands, nodded with satisfaction, then walked out of the classroom with light steps.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye it was nearly noon. At this time, the sun hung high in the sky, sunlight filtering through the gaps in the leaves fell onto the ground, forming patches of mottled light and shadow. The students who had finished a morning of study were already starving, and impatiently rushed toward the cafeteria.

As they tasted the food provided by the Shangshufang, they couldn't help but sigh one after another: "Alas, we won't be able to eat such delicious food tomorrow!" However, at the same time, cheerful smiles still bloomed on their faces.

After all, for these children from official families, although the food at the Shangshufang tasted not bad, it was relatively still a bit bland.

The short lunch break passed in a flash, and the afternoon sunlight was still dazzling. The students returned to the classroom one after another, each found their own seat and sat down, quietly waiting for the teacher to arrive.

Not long after, only to see Ai Chun smiling as he walked into the classroom, behind him closely followed an old man with an elegant demeanor, holding a painting brush and a painting scroll.

After Ai Chun stood still, he cleared his throat and introduced to the students present: "Classmates, this is the current Emperor's Yongyong Painter! This afternoon, everyone just needs to sit quietly in their own seats.

The Painter will paint portraits for each of you one by one. During this period, everyone can chat freely, but when it is a certain student's turn, please strike a pose you like for the Painter to depict. After the Painter finishes the painting, this work will be collected into the Shangshufang's treasures. Later, the Painter will tell everyone whose turn it is, and I hope the students will actively cooperate!"

Hearing these words, the students responded in unison: "Good!" At this time, the Painter slowly opened his mouth, speaking kindly to Ai Chun: "Ai Fuzi, the students in your class are really both well-behaved and enthusiastic!"

Ai Chun's smile became even richer on his face, responding: "Yes, the children in this entire class are all good children with both virtue and talent. This time, troubling you, Elderly person, to come personally, it is truly hard work! I will immediately send people to move the things you need over here."

After speaking, Ai Chun turned and waved outside the door. Several servants filed in one after another. They carefully placed the exquisite painting brushes, heavy painting boards, and snow-white painting paper used by the Painter for painting one by one on the podium.

After all the things needed were prepared one by one by the Painter, he then slowly sat down, skillfully picked up the painting brush, and began to concentrate fully on painting.

Only to see the Painter each time only selected three or four students as painting subjects, and the selected few students quickly sat upright in their own positions, so that the Painter could successfully complete their portraits. At the same time, the remaining students whose turn had not yet come were still chatting lively, and the whole scene appeared both busy and orderly.